someone knocked at my door just awhile ago
we thought it was just some salesman or whatsoever
so we naturally just ignored without opening the door
who knows
that man came with a stack of papers
that stack of papers which made all of us go nuts
my daddy (whom i dislikes even more now )
sent us this letter
it was from the lawyer firm
he wanted to sell the house that we're staying
After selling the house, where will we be staying?
On the streets?
Under the bridge?
At the bus stop?
or just lay some cardboards on the floor
Eat, shit, sleep and die there?
all he ever wanted is $
fucking shit and tons of $
he wanted the $ to go to his cpf
But what about us?
at first i pitied for you
thinking that you really don't have that amount of $ to give us
but that little amount of $, can't get us anywhere
you tried of ways to deduct the amount which you were supposed to give us
Why not you just let us die?
Don't even us a cent?
ain't I the child which you didn't even wanted to give birth to?
are you having the same thoughts now?
regret having us?
you have no choice since you married my mummy
didn't you promised to love her till death?
all is just nothing but bullshit! crap!
look what are you doing now?
it's been already 5 years since they got separated
and I'm already numb to the fact that they were separated
But why?!
Why must you make me feel that kinda pain in my heart again?
that sad feeling which left me years ago
i don't want and i don't wish to feel that
you were once a daddy whom i loved and adored
but that was when i was a kid
You've changed..
Since when? I don't quite remember..
Sometimes, I see families together..
having fun as a family
with daddy and mummy
somehow, i do envy them
Somewhere deep in my heart, I long for that family love..
going out as a family
doing things together
but i know that i can no longer feel that kinda feeling anymore
and i no longer awaits for that day to arrive
i don't know what should i do now
but i guess, there's nothing i can do
i know that no matter how hard i try, things wouldn't change..
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